Mu Jinyu wasn't the least bit disheartened by his inability to fly; he had anticipated this all along.
He was just trying it out.
Otherwise, coming here without even probing a bit, stepping directly onto the blades with his bare feet, only to find out that he could have flown later, wouldn't that be even more foolish?
Having roughly grasped the rules of ascending Sword Mountain, Mu Jinyu didn't hesitate any longer. He took off his shoes and began climbing the sharp blades and fragments with his bare feet!
With each step on those sharp blades, Mu Jinyu's expression showed no trace of pain or repression; he even seemed to be enjoying it, as if he were getting a massage rather than enduring injury.
But from the blood-soaked state of his feet and the trail of blood he left behind, it was clear that his feet were already a bloody mess.
In the meeting room.
